Tormented Tarns can they see me when they close their eyes

@Iqniq

There had been good reason not to visit the tarns. If not for the damned little spider, dawdling on the winds and wrapping up into the inky wolf's ear set, perhaps a den of warmth would have awaited weary bones. Already scrawny appearance was filling, steady meals building in the cavernous shadows beneath eye sockets. Though the inky wolf had not been horribly unhealthy upon running into the beta, the road-weary status still showed on features. Appendages, though still lanky, had more muscle coiled beneath silky fur (an aspect that had never changed despite eating habits. Genetics!). Eyes once slightly hollow were now bright and bold. Many hours of traversing the mountain had awakened a fire inside the newly appointed Delta. A fire that was not easily quenched, even after tearing down an enemy and spending several tedious nights away from the Spire.

Hocks sank into a plethora of muck, attention drifting over the new webs that were beginning within the cranky, gnarled trees of the location. Something had, apparently, ripped the Tarns in two, striking a deep gash into the surface and leaving torn up mire in its wake. Some time had passed since then, it seemed, and the territory was still rebuilding beneath the shadow of the mountain. 

Amongst the muck a scent had tickled the spider deeper into the wilds. Something was aiming to live a little too close to their home.

He hadn't spent much time at the tarns, if any. As the southern reaches of their borders, that land offered some kind of protection in and of itself. It helped, that the recent storm had tossed up a flurry of spiders which were something of a phobia for a large number of wolves. The existence of spiders didn't bother him. They served their purpose in the food chain and he could easily squash them if they became a problem. For others, their many legs and eyes was deterrent enough. Either way, those spiders made traffic through the tarns sparse... but it was past time for him to explore them.

He sauntered down the slopes on that side of their mountain and descended into the grassy, shrub filled area with a smattering of pools of water here and there. His paws squished. He frowned. The rains of late had turned this area into muddy muck. Iqniq hopped up on a stone and saved himself from sinking as he turned his eyes to scan the horizon. A terrible scar tore through the earth; a sign of the recent damage here, but otherwise this land appeared to be healing from the storm. And there... Iqniq grinned. The largest spider of them all.

Iqniq might have barked, but there was something in the wolf's posture that suggested he was hot on the trail of something. Noting this, Iqniq kept his posture low and quiet as he moved stealthily across the land to join Aasivak in his pursuit.